How I Learned

The waiting room

was cold that day

and the couch, hard.

My roommate dragged

me there.

 

I was called back

and someone checked

my vitals before

asking for confirmation.

My palms were sweaty.

 

The nurse practitioner

asked me a bunch

of questions.

My stomach

burbled a threat.

 

I was given

a cup for a sample.

Washing my hands

in the cold water,

my face was green.

 

If you’re pregnant

would that be a problem?

she asked. Shaking

my head, I took a deep

breath. She heaved a sigh.

 

Smiling, she told

me the news.

 

Yay!

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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